As for why he called them subordinates...
Phoenix turned to look back at the Rift, his expression complicated.
The Lord's Abode was right here, so surely it would have been more convenient for the Lord to act.
But the Lord could not even be bothered and had dragged [Nameless Justice] over to do the hard labor...
Phoenix had already begun using spirituality to suppress his trembling.
Of course he recognized [Nameless Justice], the eighth seat of the Seven True Gods. Though he was the weakest True God, he was still a True God!
The [Blood Lord] was formidable, wasn't he? He could scheme against the entire moon, yet he still had not managed to become a True God.
"Or did [Nameless Justice] owe the Lord a favor and make a special trip to help? No, that's impossible too. This is right outside the Abode... was it inconvenient for the Lord to act?"
Phoenix had already begun running through a list of names in his head. Someone who could casually bring a True God over to help, and right outside their own Abode at that...
Just how powerful was that?
After going through the possibilities for quite some time, he still had no leads. He had already begun thinking of those beings who had once slumbered deep in history.
"The moon... fragments... surely that being hasn't come back from the dead?"
Phoenix simply gave up thinking.
He finally understood why Elliot had said he was not qualified to know the Lord's name.
He truly was not qualified. He had witnessed so many Histories, yet he could not find even the slightest clue.
Phoenix now had no other thoughts and obediently began drawing the ritual. He only wished he had more than two hands, terrified that drawing too slowly would delay the